In miserable circumstance
with heart and spirit low,
Poor Thomas is disconsolate
and knows not where to go.
He has entered into hospital
and finds to his dismay,
there are those who lurk in ambush
as he goes upon his way.
There are pretty little nurses
who would bathe his weary head,
but some others, more malevolent
who haunt his lonely bed.
Here’s a confident consultant
with a mildly manic grin,
who declares that they will operate,
once they can fit him in.
There’s another dreadful creature
who emerges from the gloom,
giving cause for consternation
when she comes into the room.
For she waves a monstrous needle
which she brandishes with zest.
She declares she’s going to steal some blood
and take it off to test!
She already had an armful
and she’s coming back for more
while he shakes his head and wonders
what on earth she wants it for!
But the ultimate in horrors
superseded by a squeal,
like a soul in mortal torment
or a rusty trolley wheel
Is a cartload of emetics,
which attendants serve with glee,
telling unsuspecting patients
that it’s just a cup of tea.
I avoid a confrontation
as I bow my head in sorrow,
and I pray in desperation
that things might improve tomorrow….
Hope you are recuperating well now Thomas, and that your malady is not too serious. Very best wishes for a speedy recovery, and its a great poem btw.
You are fantastic Poet....Great write and strong spirit...Yes Poet you sustain your good mood....
Ha! This is truly a great write! Great rhythm too! What a wonderful treat! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...........very nicely written....and a beautiful title.....truly hope you are feeling well and everyone at the hospital treated you nicely....wishing you the very best....